VSX, A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist: Starbuck Powersurge - a young loner on a crusade to champion the cause of Viper Squad Ten, a long-disbanded group of stranded timetravelling troubadours, formed to help finance repairs to their time-machine. Now very much stuck in C21...
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Whilst I'm passing through responding to a Comment on my previous post-honeymoon posting, and still being something of a missing person myself at present, I'd just quickly like to put out a desperate (though not that desperate) Missing Person request.
Considering that most of us are self-obsessed enough to Google their own name at some point in their lives, if ADAM CRAIG is reading this I'd like him to get in touch (email address in the left side-panel) 'cos I've not heard anything from him in NEARLY A DECADE (I guess that it's pretty difficult not having any contact details).
Yes, I mean you, AC, whether it be tomorrow or in twenty years time (assuming that the internet backbone remains intact). Adam Craig, the one who was brought up in Ryde on the Isle of Wight, England - the Adam Craig who used to like swearing at strangers on VikingMUD back when the World Wide Web was a twinkle in the eye of Sir Tim Berners-Lee - Adam Craig, my partner in lab-crime.
The one that I dreamt about last night. (But not in a hot & sticky way).
In short, the wedding day was perfect, and perfect was the honeymoon.
More in-depth reportage of both will be provided at a later date (no doubt including anonymised photographs, links to my wedding speech so that you don't miss out on the Prince Charles joke, and maybe a DJ Franko playlist, you lucky people!), but right now I've got to catch my breath somewhat. At present my soul is still reeling itself back in somewhere to the south of the Himalayas (copyright CayceP) following the return journey from Samui - tiring enough, and that's without the seismic shock of returning from relaxation status to a workload, and the post-wedding "chore" of gift-opening plus the accurate recording thereof (oh what a joy life is when your little spare time feels like Christmas morning stretched over day after day!). And that's not to mention the pending long weekend in Italia (but curse those striking Italian air personnel for blighting us with a 05:40 flight... though my body-clock will probably feel quite at home with the early start.)
So thank you all once more.
I shall bring me great pleasure to give you your pound of flesh, word-wise, about the most joyful day of my life, as well as a gallery of images from the most enjoyable fortnight that Starbuck has ever "inured" (wrong word, but it's late... early... something...)
But right now, whilst the mind is still on life-support and the reservoir of free-time has not yet been dammed, just pretend that you've not seen me, right?
It was a really lovely day apart from the Best Man droning on for too long. All went well, apart from when Starbucketta almost put the ring on Starbucks right (as in not left) hand. The weather was not too bad, especially when you considered that there has a huge hail storm about 10 mins before we left for the venue.
Starbuck did manage to get us lost on the way (not once but twice) but I guess that was my fault for believing him when he said he knew the way. After all he'd managed to get us lost the last time he had taken me to see the venue.
Now, what you all want to know is how his speech went. Well despite a few nerves he did a great job -just the right amount of humour and lovey dovyness, and the Prince Charles joke... well what can I say.
As for what song they had their first dance to... well I can't quite remember... but it was one of Frank's... I think... but I'm sure someone will correct me if I am wrong.
Now please all join with me in raising a mouse to the Bride and Groom
I'm getting married in the morning Ding dong the bells are gonna chime* My virtual presence may phase out My electric id may decay and rout Just as the honeymoon arrives in line
Yes I'm getting married in the morning Longevity's lack may be the only fear We may be betrothed by noon But before so very soon The evening's celebration's end will still be near
So all you friends out on the interweb And those who would be there if life allowed By enjoying our day with genorosity Or celebrating posthumously You shall make the Powersurge clan very proud
* No bells will be present at our wedding
People tend to ask whether I am nervous about getting married so imminently. Well, its the night before, and I've probably never felt more contented about where I am and where I'm about to be.
Even my speech isn't phasing me - it may be a long, sprawling epic forged out of my own introspective interest, however I can't wait to get up there - fully justified within myself - and tell the world (or 104 of it's representatives) just what I think...
Anyhow, nighty night all - I shall not be writing much more until, well, perhaps the honeymoon, or perhaps just afterwards. If I'm (you're?) lucky I'll convince my sub-editors Best Man Tim and Stag-Night Stu out of retirement, but if not, so long, and thanks for Michael Fish.
Right, piss of, the lot of yer - I've got some shut-eye to catch up on.
Going without a hitch
People keep on asking whether we're nervous about getting married this weekend. And we keep on telling them "NO! We're excited!" (though a few nerves about my overlong speech remain...)
People also keep on asking whether the preparations are all running smoothly. Remarkably, they have been. Too smoothly - there's always going to be a few flies in the ointment.
First of all, we receive contact from the travel agent with whom we've booked our honeymoon to inform us that they've been informed that "there will be some building work" at the hotel... Hmmm. Apparently it's nothing for us to worry about, so we'll leave it at that.
And this morning, popping into town to collect our hired wedding attire we are informed that it "is not ready yet... try later".
Another Wedding Update plus Miscellaneous Tat
The bride and groom's "first dance" has been finalised! It was going to have been one of a number of the trippy pieces of wonderment off The Flaming Lips' album "Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots" (as hinted at in VSX's December teaser-preview), but we've only gone and gone for somerthing a lot more mainstream, more recognisable, more relevant for us instead... unless the chef laces the wedding breakfast with 'shrooms, I guess.
On the subject of music, because let's face it the only thing that the internet is really fit for is people's music lists, there now follows a listing of the CD's duly burned for our honeymoon. There's nothing suprising or inspiring here, but sod it, I'm hardly John Peel reincarnate.
Air - Talkie Walkie Amajuba - Like Doves We Rise (2004 Cast) Arcade Fire - Funeral DJ Shadow - Endtroducing Eminem - Encore FSOL - ISDN Goldie Lookin Chain - Greatest Hits Graham Coxon - Happiness In Magazines Kaiser Chiefs - Employment Kasabian Kasabian (again? what's that doing there?) Kill Bill Vol. 1 Kill Bill Vol. 2 Killers - Hot Fuss Lemon Jelly - '64 ? '95 Lemon Jelly - Distant Horizons Lemon Jelly - ky NIN - And All That Could Have Been Orbital - Blue Album Queens Of The Stone Age - Lullabies To Paralyse Radiohead - Hail To The Thief Scissor Sisters The Chemical Brothers - Push The Button The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots The Streets - A Grand Don't Come For Free True Love Waits - Christopher O'Reilly Plays Radiohead Underworld - Second Toughest In The Infants
Other things - the speech is nearly done. Thankfully my free play-time on my downloaded Ricochet Lost Worlds demo has came to an end, and despite it being the most addictive Arkanoid (ancients - read as: Breakout) style game that I've ever played, I'm damned if I'm going to shell out for the full version until after the wedding, so that's another distraction out of the way. Now if only someone could DOS attack the Boulderdash website...
Miscellany: I was watching a bit of Animal Park on BBC1 just now, and I got all nostalgic for the birthing-pains of this blog - my fifth ever VSX post was about Animal Park - the last time I've seen it! Ah, its nice looking back through the archives - I was a lot more focussed about this website's mission in those days...
Anything else whilst I'm rambling? (Aside: how many bleedin' blogs have the words "ramblings" or "meanderings" etc in their titles? Too fracking many, that's how many.)
I was going to tell you about how I find sport-reporting incredibly boring on the whole, but that I'm hooked on the reports about the crappy amateur teams that you get in the free local newspapers. However that would lack sufficient excitement considering my pending nuptials. Likewise any editorial about my fascination with the Classified Ads (examples: "Oak five bar gate, 12' long, 4' high, £50, buyer collects" (!), "1950s distressed (?) kitchen cabinet", or the bargainacious "Free cast iron bath, white, 1950s style").
Nope, instead I will just tell you that I am very very excited about this forthcoming weekend...